Ann: I just ran across your comments. I'm glad I reached someone with my poems. I don't know which poem you were referring to, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you read No More Whippoorwill, or Sweet Things For Your Ear. I hope you get a chance to reply to me.
Thanks So Much.
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It's as if for you time stopped the moment he was gone. Maybe you're afraid that if you wind those clocks it will mean you moved on and maybe you're not ready, maybe you feel it would be a betrayal of him if you did move on. It's amazing the things we do to somehow keep them with us. I remember when my Mom died and my dad was so lost. Once when I was there cleaning, I saw my moms pj's folded on the end of the bed. I put them in the drawer. When I came the next time, those pj's were right back on the end of the bed. When he passed 7 months later, my mom's pocketbook was still hanging on the dining room chair and had $126 in it. He never touched it. I'm glad you write about your husband in different ways because it keeps him here not just for you, but all of us. Your friend Pat
I firmly believe that our passed loved ones are all around us all the time. All we have to do is look around us, at nature, movies, poems, even in our dreams. I am certain that your husband is always by your side. How could he leave such a beautiful woman and human being. Your words remind us all to open our hearts ad minds and we'll find that love still there all around us. Your friend, Pat
Ann, Indeed new beginnings are everything. It allows us to see things as if we're seeing them for the very first time. A beautiful spring day as you described so perfectly, does trigger introspection with me too and gives me needed moments of hope. You described my feelings exactly!
Ann, I really think you are enormously talented. I've said it before but I must say it again, you are so good at describing complicated, deeply meaningful, heartfelt observations and experiences in such a few words. I read this and saw your husband sitting there with his loyal dog beside him and you just watching from a distance, thinking about the wonderful man he was and feeling so much love. You are such a supportive, kind woman that I hate to see you in pain and you are so quiet in your pain. That is until you put your feelings on paper and they explode in side of the readers heart. I love your work!
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My name is destyn and I am 12 almost 13. My birthday is in October and I am in foster care. My dad is trying so hard to hide his pain, it's not really working. Me and my mom always talk about it. He really likes to build and fix things, and when he does it makes him look so happy but under all that "happiness" there is really a man fighting for his kids and slowly falling apart. I am so scared of losing the real happy him when i get home. I know he is falling apart. And I know he is going to see this so... I LOVE YOU DADDY HEART -N -SOUL!
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Oh Pat, another brilliant poem! As always, you've said it all. Growing old is a pain...
Love and best wishes,
Ann
Lovely idea - how I wish I could have my husband back again - just for tonight...
Best wishes,
Ann
I actually heard of a situation similar to this by a close friend in her mid 80's now regarding her brother's death in the Korean war.
What was told her parents was much watered down from what happened.
My friend found the truth many years later through eye witness connections that witnessed his death.
He was brave. It is just that his parents were not told the horrible way he died.
My friend never told her parents, either.
Better off that way, I think.
This poem is very thought provoking.
The poet (deceased) was a critical thinker.
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